All She Wanted Was a Cup of Sugar (Anthro, Futa, Clop)

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>Neither of you is completely sure how it happened.
>All the pretty mare had done was come over to ask for a cup of sugar--you were next door, and it was much closer than the market.
>Neither of you had been formally introduced, though you'd seen each other in passing a few time.
>But you had wound up talking about your lives over tea
>And she was as lonely as you were.  A feat, considering you were the only human here, as far as you know.
>And...well, before you knew it, you were wrapped up in each other's arms soul-kissing each other on the couch, drowning in each other.  her horn seemed like a nice place to put a hand, and sure enough, she moaned at the contact.  So you stroked it slowly.
>"Oh...Anooooonnn..," You found yourself wondering if she could cum from that alone, and made it a point to find out.  But later.
>And then, one thing led to another, and you found yourself kissing your way down her neck to each of her soft, ample breasts, and lingering on the nipples while your hands massaged and kneaded them.  And then you moved downward, the scents of her perfume and her arousal a heady fragrance in your nose.
>"I think--I-I....ohhho," she moaned, as you kissed your way down her belly.  Your tongue played in her navel, taking in all the exotic tastes of her.  "Anon, I--I'm a little different...maybe--you--maybe you--"
"Mmmm..." you said, moving down, your hand stealing into her panties.
>...where they made contact with something you hadn't expected.  You paused for a moment.
>She was looking at you, her face falling.  "I was trying to warn you.  I'm, ummm--not exactly like other mares."
>You look at the massive marecock in your hand, its weight feeling strangely comfortable in it.  It's incredibly warm, and the skin feels like soft velvet over steel.
>You can feel her pulse as you hold it, fast and strong, and your nostrils are full of the aroma of her musk and sweat.
>Experimentally, your hand glides down the shaft, gently pulling the foreskin back from the flared, glistening head.  She moans softly, and you look up to see the beautiful mare biting her full lower lip.
>Without thinking, you finally move down to kiss the musky head, tasting the tangy sweet-salt scent of her precum. >And then you look into her wide eyes, and gently take the head into your mouth and suckle, and your tongue plays across it.
>"I think it's fine," you say, pulling her cock from your mouth.  You lean in to kiss it once, twice, three times.
>She watches, her eyes wide, as a string of saliva connects your mouth to her wet glans, and you break it with your tongue, giving her tip the tiniest of gentle flutters. You can feel her quickening pulse through it with your tongue, and you gently suck away the droplet of shimmering precum that forms on the slit.
>She tastes amazing, delicious and sweet, like rich wine and exotic fruit.
>With both hands you stroke her cock, pulling her glistening foreskin up and over the slick head, so much unlike your own, and your tongue slides inside of her wet sheath before pulling it away. And one of your hands steals down to play with and fondle her beautiful, fragrant balls...
>"oh celestia," she moans.  You smile, and then you open your mouth and take her in deep.  Your lips slide down her shaft, your tongue gliding against the underside, until her glans hits the back of your throat
>And she's so huge, your mouth is completely full of her.  With watering eyes, you look up at her, and your eyes meet. She moans and her hands sink into your hair
>You continue swallowing, fighting your own gag reflex, and at last, the medial ring pops past your lips and into your mouth, her glans sliding deep, deeper and deeper into your thoat. You feel a surge of pride over your control over lover's body, and marvel at the melange of tastes and sensations
>her hips buck, and you slide your hands under her soft, full buttocks, squeezing and kneading them, and she moans at the hot touch of your hands against her flesh.  And you begin to help her fuck upward into your mouth
>She moans in delight, and you realize this first time isn't going to last long.  it's just as well; you want to taste all of her as soon as you can.
>Bobbing your head in perfect counterpoint, she fucks your throat.  The warm air of your cottage is filled with the wet, sticky sound of fellatio, and the musk of your lover's lust.  You pull back with a slurp, your lips and face sticky with your own saliva and her copious precum, and you look at her, kissing the tip of her cock
>"I know you're close," you say, and you suck it back down as deep as you can for a moment before coming back up.  "I want you to cum for me.  Let me taste your sweet cum..."
>You slide back down, and helpless, a slave to the motion, she slides back into your throat.  She holds onto your had for dear life, and your wild narrows down to the feel of the hot marecock in your mouth and throat, the feel of her buttocks in your hands, and the flavors and scent of your lover's body.
>Oh Luna...oh--I'm C-CUMMING!" she gasps out.  You humm softly in encouragement...
>And suddenly your mouth is flooded with thick, creamy juice, tasting of wine and oilsmoke, and oh god there's so much of it; you struggle to swallow it all and fail, and she thrusts and thrusts and thrusts into the delicous wet mess you've helped her to make...
>And at last she subsides.  You stay down there for a long time, savoring the feel of her wet marecock between your lips and on your tongue, feeling her pulse slowing, and very slowly and gently, you pull her free from your mouth.
>You kiss her tip gently, and slowly you lick the warm, coagulating cream away from her cock, enjoying her taste.  "I told you I was fine with it," you say.  "I hope the visual demonstration will suffice."
>She giggles.  "For the moment, dear," she says.  "But if you were up for it, I think I could do with a reminder..."
>You stroke her wet marecock gently and slide back up on the couch to kiss her, sharing the taste with your new lover.  She looks down herself, taking in her languidly softening length with wonder.  "Though...I may need just a few minutes to, ah, freshen up..."
>"Take your time," you say.  "I'm not going anywhere."  And she kisses you again.